One bed. Two best friends. Three nights playing pretend. When I agreed to let Rome be my fake boyfriend on a work trip, I didn’t think acting like a couple would be that complicated. He’d flash his killer smile at my colleagues. Impress them with his charm. While keeping my toxic ex at bay. But that’s not the reality I’m currently drowning in. From the moment we arrive at the resort Rome’s hands are all over me. His whispered words in my ear more scandalously filthy than sweet. He’s acting like a lust-drunk fool who’s dying for a taste and I can’t stop blushing… Or panicking… Because there’s only one bed in our hotel room and Rome Cavanaugh wouldn’t know how to sleep in anything other than his birthday suit.